The Xylophone Remembrances Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

The Xylophone Remembrances

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the xylophone remembrances
of the hollyberried:
the winds strike the chimes

of icicles from the eaves and
all the blues are frozen
in the skies

when we dream the Christ child
didn't have to die
and Christmas brims where they loved him

one where we decorated
December as though it were spring

bringing our garlands.
and the angels sang
the King has come

the little King
let our hearts be furnished
with the white and the gold

the tender, the tenderest of snows
and the holly berries ringing
rimmed with ice on the bushes

in our side yard
where the winter isn't hard
as though as though

they were bells.

mary angela douglas 25 april 2016

Monday, April 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: christ,christmas,december,winter
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Mary Angela Douglas

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Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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